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icewear vezzo - musty كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(chromekrazy)
(iced up records)
(jay lapp, like talk to ’em)
ooh, huh

[verse 1]
tell that b_tch get off my d_ck, a million cash, i don’t like banks
diamonds hittin’, i get them dunked for a lil’ band, b_tch, i got rank
pressed the dog, eighty dollar grams, you know it’s fat when that sh_t stink
on the low, i done probably f_cked every lil’ bad b_tch down my way
i’ll stop flexin’ with all my pape’, this sh_t too much to flash cheap
cybertruck ride like a plane, in the wind, sh_t look like plastic screens
the hood been hot, i got some sh_t sittin’ in my trunk, whole bag of beans
red and purp’, all kinds of leans, dogsh_t in my lanvin jeans
why you countin’ that lil’ sh_t, dog? that ain’t no pape’, we millionaires
come to the tablе empty_handed, you in the way, go k!ll yoursеlf
went to the feds, it slowed me up, but i came home with still a mill’
hit the k like, f_ck the wrist, stuff a ho, i’m build_a_bear
i got vezzo, i got peezy, get the jeezy’s for the smurfs
paid the high for my g60s, doodie lo for all my percs
so much water on my wrist, could f_ck a ho until she squirt
ride the boat, made for the dirt, be on go when i’m off yerks
f_ck a rap check, unless it’s two m’s
real chicken, hibachi truck just like i’m moo and ’em
in b00by trap, i just throw up slips, i’m with lil’ kool and ’em
them bags are true, this b_tch like my crib, i’ll probably move in, n_gga (ooh)
[chorus]
huh, yeah (ooh), ran his b_tch out (b_tch out)
hmm, what? ran his b_tch out (ran his b_tch out)
phew, n_gga, we ran his b_tch out (yeah)
hmm, dog sh_t, we ran his b_tch out (ooh)
got that sh_t on me (what?), got that sh_t on me (what?)
got that sh_t on me (what?), n_gga, got that sh_t on me (ooh)
n_gga, got that sh_t on me (ooh), got that sh_t on me (ooh)
got that sh_t on me (ha), b_tch, got that sh_t on me (n_gga)

[verse 2]
let my nuts hand on the b_tch, i ain’t the two, ho, i’m the one
threw a tesla up at truffers, spent a coupe at golden sun
in the lambo’ gettin’ top, i drop the roof and she go dumb
i buy louis for my son, bought new toolies for lil’ cuz
every day, ho, i’m the sh_t, i been done pee_peed on a b_tch
drop the top and up my wrist, ho, i’m like jeezy on the 6
throwin’ parties ’cause i’m rich, i’m like keith b on the b_tch
diamonds 3d on my wrist, high as et off the tris
it was five m’s, now i’m up ten
in the h like what it do? i’m tryna f_ck meg
real demon, been done slapped some sh_t, get n_ggas tucked in
red demon, diamonds on it spinnin’, i got a dumb bag, n_gga

[chorus]
huh, yeah (ooh), ran his b_tch out (b_tch out)
hmm, what? ran his b_tch out (ran his b_tch out)
phew, n_gga, we ran his b_tch out (yeah)
hmm, dog sh_t, we ran his b_tch out (ooh)
got that sh_t on me (what?), got that sh_t on me (what?)
got that sh_t on me (what?), n_gga, got that sh_t on me (ooh)
n_gga, got that sh_t on me (ooh), got that sh_t on me (ooh)
got that sh_t on me (ha), b_tch, got that sh_t on me (n_gga)

- icewear vezzo

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